Something comes hovering in to the view over the horizon…

Merely arbitrary signs used to convey meaning both complex and simple (what we in the postGood world like to call “Comple”).

How can we possibly use them to express ourselves? Well, now that you ask, we either ululate them or write them or occasionally blink them, too, if someone happens to watching carefully for our hidden meanings carefully concealed but obvious to all those who have at least a passing knowledge of the solution of 1979’s Masquerade and will find themselves carrying on what seems like a converstaion about one thing on a surface level but reveals itself to be something completely different like that bit in David Cronenberg’s adaptation of Naked Lunch – which isn’t really an adapatation so much as a loose assemblage of biography and Burroughs’ entire oeuvre – where Peter Weller, Robocop 1 and 2 (but not 3) , talks to that guy in the casbah and the guy reveals to him that although they look like they’re talking about one thing to the outside world, to themselves even, they’re actually telepathically communicating about something else, something only one party (Weller as Burroughs, not the other one) realises and is privy to, and that’s what you must do when you talk to me, watch my eyelids for those backwards (sorry they’re always backwards) messages that my subconscious screams at you whilst, I, calmly and rationally am telling you about how the weather looked like it was going to be sunny when I woke up so I didn’t bring a brolly but now it looks like it’s turning again and… but watch the eyelids, surreptitously jot down the dashes and the dots and then flip it, what have I really been saying this whole time, aye, anyway must dash, toot toot, pip pip…

We’re recording a new album and here are some fun pictures Rachel Barker took of us.